Without focus
Today has been a day totally without focus. I’ve drifted from here to there and this to that, which means some small things got part way done. Poor grammar, there, but it fits the general theme of the day.
I folded clothes…I left them in a heap on the trunk at the foot of the bed or on the bed. Which means some will have to be moved elsewhere in order to sleep tonight.
I gessoed a cigar box, but never painted the base coat so I can either crackle it or start collaging.
I base coated and crackle coated a wooden box, but the humidity is causing the crackle to not dry correctly, so I’ll have to fix it in the morning.
I should be happy that I attempted to do something creative, though.
My mother asked me to take care of getting the tablecloth and napkins for tomorrow night’s birthday festival. Since Keith and Matilda have come into our lives we’ve gone back to themed parties. It’s nice having kids around for this kind of event. I got a tablecloth that looks like a landing field. So I got glider airplanes and parachute men to play with on the tablecloth. I think my brothers will get a kick out of it.
I’m not sure I’ve mentioned that my brothers are twins. We’ve always had two cakes for their birthday. For the longest time they didn’t have separate identities, they were known as "the twins". This changed when we moved to the Boston area, but even now, when I see old friends from western Mass, they ask about "the twins". They aren’t identical, far from it in fact. One’s blondish, one has black hair, one blue eyed, one brown eyed, one left handed, one right handed, one gregarious, the other quieter (at least in public, not within the family). I don’t think I really think of them as twins anymore, unless someone asks, or we get to their birthday. Of course in that they are also forty something, it’s nice that at least I see them as individuals. I’m not sure my parents really do.
This horoscope thing is getting a bit creepy. It’s too on the money these days.
ARIES
"Take another look at what your hopes and ideals are in the next few weeks and months because you do need to get more realistic about what you hope to achieve and what resources are available to you, then you can start to take practical steps to bring your ideals about, the ones which have some chance of being realizable."
For how long have I been struggling with exactly this? Feels like at least a year if not more. I think what I need is a true sounding board, but don’t’ have one I can trust. Too many people have opinions. I need neutral. I wish Michael was back to being interested in my life, he was a good one for getting some objectivity.
I think I’m going to dash off a flip note to him and see what kind of a response I get. Or if I get a response at all.
I stopped at Barnes and Noble and got a very cool writing kit called Observation Deck that is supposed to be of use to inspire writers who can’t figure out what to write about. This is a problem I have from time to time, so I think this will come in handy.
I also like cool kits.
I got a black journal that came with a copper pen to write in it. I’m a sucker for blank books as it is, but this is a blank book with a twist.
I like it.
Last but not least I got a book called Stately Pursuits which will be added to the piles of things to read. It was a real impulse buy, and there were three factors that led to it. The oversize cover is colorful and eye-catching, the Newsday quote on the front says "Charming….enormously enjoyable…Like listening to Cole Porter or watching the Philadelphia Story", and finally it was a London Times bestseller.
That was the clincher.
I love all things British. I am addicted to the country. I should actually live in London. It is a perfect city.
Of course, who knows when I’ll get around to reading it.
I actually talked to a chorus member tonight, one of the few I don’t feel the need to get away from. The problem is that I know she’s going to go and blab all my complaints to the director. I may have bitten off something I hadn’t bargained for. We’ll see.
At least I didn’t spend the day dwelling on it.
And tomorrow I’ll find more to do, as I drift along. But as long as things get even partially done, I feel as if I’m making some progress.
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